Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.